“I’ll drive,” she said as she searched for the keys in his pockets. “Give me the car keys.”Bernard looked confused and then passed her the k...ys.For a moment Mary was overcome by a strange feeling. Bernard always insisted on driving, he preferred it to having a drink when they went out and here he was just meekly passing the keys to her!“Follow me,” she said. The fresh air had woken her up so she took a cigarette from her bag and lit up as she led the dazed Bernard to the car. She felt a fog in. "He isn't coming home, is he?" I asked, cradling her in my arms.A shake of her head and fresh tears and I had my answer. I looked at Maureen and she was a little teary as well. Come to notice it, so was I. I dropped on hand down to rest on Maureen's shoulder and she almost collapsed against me as well. A fine trio we made. I let her cry and did what I could to comfort her. She was a young, attractive woman going through a very rough time in her life. Years later we both could look back on this. There was in the bathroom bathtub a young woman. She was standing there naked with her head down and sobbing lightly. In front of her was an older lady, about in her 40s, and washing her stomach as she is talking. Mark stops and watches and listens to the conversation. The lady says "You're already 18 and still act like a child just introduced into the Regime. You are way too old to be doing this." The girl must have been spanked hard, Mark thought, to be crying. She must have broken some rule. Behind him was an attractive brunette woman, dressed in a white blouse and a dark skirt that rose a few inches above her knees. Intrigued, I pulled up the chair and watched to see what would happen.He stopped short of the window and turned to face the woman. She reached around his neck and they began a passionate kiss. I watched as she unbuttoned his shirt, then she loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. As his pants fell to his shoes, she dropped to her knees and pulled out his dark brown.